"Hello?"
A young woman looked around the room, a look of confusion upon her face. Wiping sweat from her forehead, she stepped outside and looked at the hours of operation. She sighed and stepped back inside, wishing she had been met with the comforting breeze of a running AC. The sign said it should be open, and the doors were unlocked, but there was no one in sight.
"Scott?" she called, walking into the Dining Area. "Mr. Cawthon?"
There was still no reply.
"He said to meet him here by noon, didn't he?" she asked herself, checking the clock on a nearby wall. It read that it was 12:10 PM. She raised an eyebrow in disbelief. How could Freddy's be so deserted on a Saturday afternoon in the middle of June? With a loud sigh she slumped into one of the child-sized chairs closest to the animatronics.
"Have you guys seen Scott?" she asked rhetorically. She knew that they hadn't been able to interact with people since '87. It was disheartening, especially since they had been her entire childhood when she was younger, but she got over it; it wasn't like they had really been alive or anything.
"Geez, I'm sorry!" huffed a gruff male voice.
The woman sat up straight in her chair, making sure to cross her legs appropriately and clutch her fingers together and rest them on the table. She grinned happily, fixing her hair to the side while also brushing away more of her sweat.
"I've been caught up in a lot of paper work; our old security guard is coming back and I was filling out his forms… Sorry for being late," explained the man, straightening out his greasy, previously white-collared shirt. He extended a warm, moist hand to Dana. "Scott Cawthon, manager of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."
"It's nice to meet you in person, Mr. Cawthon," she replied, hesitantly shaking his hand. She wiped her hand on her pants afterwards.
Scott took a seat across from her, shuffling through a stack of files. He sighed, his eyes lowered in an almost look of boredom. The woman glanced over them nervously, her smile wavering slightly.
"So… I've been going through your application… Um… Why do you think you would make a good security guard?" Scott asked, straightening out a pile of papers by knocking them on the table.
"I, uh… I've been coming to Freddy's since I was a little girl; I love this place!" she started, her smile widening to the point it was almost cheesy.
Scott rolled his eyes.
"I don't recognize you," he commented.
"Well… My parents wouldn't let me go after… What happened…" she explained, glancing to the side.
Scott nodded awkwardly.
"Yes, well… I understand why. Um… Anything else? Any notable skills?" Scott pushed, though he didn't seem too into the interview.
"I skipped third grade and I graduated early; I can come in to work any time," she answered.
Scott grumbled before resting his chin on his hands and staring at her.
"Listen," he said. "Not once have I hired a female for this position. Not once have I hired someone under the age of eighteen. You're a seventeen year-old girl with no experience whatsoever. The only thing you have going for you is your persistence; I was sitting in that office waiting for you to leave, but you wouldn't. Dana- It is Dana right?"
She nodded solemnly.
"There is no possible way for me to hire you. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to d-"
"I can beat you at arm wrestling!" Dana burst out. She was desperate. She grabbed Scott's hand, sending papers to the floor, and set up for the forced competition.
"Miss, I hardly doubt you could-"
She slammed his arm onto the table and sent him to the ground wallowing in agony as he clutched his shoulder.